The sad truth

Three days after my divorce finalized, I drove to a cemetery to spend time. There was something in my soul that needed to connect with the tangible reality of death. My eyes drank in the brokenness and sorrow around me. Tombstones stood erect in reverence of what had been. As I read each one, I was confronted with loss. One year old children were buried in the ground. Their voices stilled. I paused at the grave of a 4 year old boy and broke down and cried as I thought about the tragedy. I noted the many husbands and wives departed from one another. Families torn apart. Even the trees had emptied their leaves which covered the ground beneath me and echoed loudly another death beneath my feet. For as far as I could see, there was loss. Here in death was a reflection of what I was experiencing in life… premature endings.

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2 thoughts on “The sad truth

  1. I too visited a cemetery with a friend today to lend support as he saw his wife of 40-year’s headstone for the first time. I stood and cried with him and as we turned to leave was overcome with my own sorrow. He has a place of dignity and honor to go and mourn the loss of his marriage. As a divorced woman, I have no sacred stone that marks the place my marriage ended. It continues to be an ambiguous loss. Thanks for sharing this graphic imagery, it is such a poignant reminder that divorce ends more than a marriage.

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